i went to the band meeting with jessica last night. i was her surrogate mother, thank you very much. not that i have a life and would have been doing something spectacular otherwise, eh? but they made the official announcement that mr. b is gone. he's going to be teaching four different elementary schools. and, ironically, one of them is down the street from my house! and i also found out that it wasnt his choice. they made him go. and also, i was the first person (other than the other music teachers) that he talked to after getting the news through that ugly meeting. i feel so bad for the guy. he looked dang close to tears that day. Oh, yeah. and they're getting rid of the band mascot. THEY ARE GETTING RID OF THE BAND MASCOT. i don't freaking believe it. almost 30 years, and its going away. i'm just really glad that i got to dress up and do it this year. and for mr. b's fiftieth birthday, too. ha ha.
but honestly, i have to get over this crap. i mean, i'm not in band anymore. im not in high school anymore. seriously considering not going to band camp this summer. really. except for jessica. i told the shep (the new director) last night that if he needed any help this summer that i would be home. but i doubt they will call me. whatever. i'm on to bigger and better and badder things.
wrote a poem last night.
Rescuer's Release
Please don't leave
me
here.
You grabbed me from the fire,
ashen and shaky,
smooth hands pressing on my rough ones.
My scarred feet fell free as you carried me,
strong arms leading along the dirt road.
You now set me down, and i am
unable to move or think.
You don't look back
as I wail your name
or cry your tears.
You keep going, soot under your fingernails
and smoke supporting your dreams.
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